After a couple days of solitude, I've done some real thinking.

Every single person has a different world inside their mind.

That's what makes us unique. When we make friends, we let other people see our worlds, not caring if they'll make fun of it, but like it because it's you.

I used to want to be someone else, but now I realize, I'm not him. I'll never be him. I'll only be me. I needed to live my own life, and if he could do it, so could I. All that matters is that you TRY.

I used to wear headphones to block everyone out.
When I think about it, it's not exactly the smartest thing to do.

I missed out on a lot. More friends I could've had is now lost.
There was a few times when I wanted to give up,
but I couldn't afford to do it, because giving up would mean me giving up on the world.

Living in this city, same streets, same crowds. It hasn't really changed from my memories as a child. This city I thought was small, stifling and empty... was the complete opposite. There's always something to do.

I realize, that by letting people in, you can find different ways to be ourself.
And that's what I'm really searching for.
I'm glad I've met my friends.
They made me pick up on things I probably would've just ignored. Trust your friends, and I do.

But what makes this journal so special? Experiences? Thoughts?
Naw,
It's You.